The glass of foreign liquor was quickly emptied. Shen Qing suppressed the burning sensation rising from the bottom of his stomach and said to Clark, "Mr. Clark, I have some new fabric here that I can sell to you for the low price of three taels of silver per piece."
The down jacket cost less than 500 coins to produce. She originally planned to sell it for 700 coins, but she knew the habits of these compradors who were very aggressive in bargaining, so she deliberately raised the price to three taels.
Clark gently stroked his chin as he looked her over, his gaze moving from her slightly upturned almond-shaped eyes to her flushed cheeks, her small, slightly upturned lips, and finally settling on the bulge in her chest.
He paused for only a moment, then looked back into her eyes and held up one index finger: "One tael per piece, otherwise there's nothing to talk about!"
Shen Qing was overjoyed, but feigned difficulty: "Your price has dropped by more than half, this..."
Clark gave a cold laugh, said nothing, and turned back to continue chatting with his friend.
Too many people were eager to sell their goods to him in exchange for American silver. He didn't want to pay any attention to these small merchants who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. If it weren't for the fact that the beautiful woman from the East in front of him was indeed stunning, he wouldn't have bothered to say another word to her.
Shen Qing could grasp some of these thoughts, but in order to sell the goods, he could only suppress the disgust and say to Clark with a smile, "How about one or two ounces? Because this new material is really difficult to work with."
Clark glanced at her sideways: "I say how much, and that's the price. If you don't like it, then get lost!"
"Whatever I say, is what I say..." That's exactly what Shen Qing had been waiting for!
Next, when it was time to display the samples, she realized that she had forgotten to bring her suitcase when she ran away.
Returning to the corner where she had argued with Cheng Zhiwen, the suitcase was still there, and Shen Qing quickly went over to retrieve it.
She approached Clark, opened her briefcase, found an XXL size garment according to Clark's measurements, took it out of the bag, and displayed it to Clark.
“Mr. Clark, these are the clothes I would like to recommend to you. Please try them on.”
Upon hearing this, Clark put down his wine glass, glanced at the brown vest in her hand, and his cloudy eyes immediately swept over her face. He smiled and said, "Here, help me put it on!"
After saying that, he turned around, closed his eyes, and raised his arms, as if preparing to let Shen Qing take off his coat.
The men and women around Shen Qing were all looking at her with ambiguous eyes.
This is not modern times, where clothing salespeople can openly assist customers in trying on clothes.
In this era, changing clothes for a man older than oneself was considered the act of a concubine or a prostitute.
Shen Qing gritted her teeth.
She could tell that Clark wasn't a decent person. First, he tried to test her limits by making her drink, then he stared at her blatantly, and then he made her undress and dress him. If she actually took off his coat, he would probably use the excuse of discussing business to lure her into his room.
If she refuses, the deal is definitely off.
Because so many people wanted to sell their goods through Clark, he didn't care at all about a nobody like her.
However, the trading company behind him is too powerful, with business covering almost the entire Eurasian region. Once he acquires Clark, the down jackets can be sold to the whole of Europe and Asia without any doubt or effort.
This was too tempting for Shen Qing!
If she missed Clark, she would have to travel all over Britain to find traders, and that was only for sales in Europe.
If she wants to sell down jackets in Asia, she has to go to Japan, North Korea, and Mongolia to look for business opportunities.
Clark was undoubtedly the best choice for her.
Shen Qing gritted her teeth as she looked at Clark, who was holding up his arms and waiting for her to undress him.
Through Clark's malicious smile, she could already foresee what was about to happen.
How can we get Clark to wear the down jacket without resorting to such methods or offending him?
At this moment, a young man walked over; he was Cheng Zhiwen's friend.
He seemed to have been watching Shen Qing's every move. As he passed by Shen Qing, he paused slightly and whispered, "There are prostitutes on the ship. If you need them, Mr. Shen, I can call a few to entertain Clark."
Shen Qing glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and said seriously, "No need! I don't need it!"
The man chuckled: "Then you'll have to go and keep Clark company yourself... In this circle, everyone knows that when you do business with him, money and women are indispensable."
Shen Qing gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "I will not build my business on trampling on other women's bodies!"
Even if those women are prostitutes, she will not exploit their bodies for her own business!
She didn't want to be like this feudal society, where "eating women" was taken for granted!
On the other side, Clark seemed to be getting impatient. With his eyes closed, he shouted gruffly, "Hurry up and come help me change into those clothes?"
Shen Qing gritted her teeth and stopped the waiter who was carrying a tray as he passed by.
He took a small piece of silver from his purse, stuffed it into the other man's hand, and whispered, "Go and take off Mr. Clark's suit jacket, then put this jacket on him. Once it's done, this silver is yours!"
“Yes, ma’am.” The waiter put the loose change into his pocket, put the tray aside, walked behind Clark, and took off his suit jacket along his outstretched arms.
Clark thought Shen Qing had taken off his clothes, so he closed his eyes and looked on with a look of enjoyment.
Shen Qing quickly handed the down vest to the waiter, who immediately put it on Clark and left.
Shen Qing stepped forward and said, "Mr. Clark, your clothes have been changed. How do you feel?"
Clark opened his eyes and looked down at himself in surprise.
He didn't even realize when they put a vest on him.
This vest is almost weightless, and it feels completely unrestricted when worn.
He touched the outer layer of material with his hand; it felt smooth and moist, like a baby's skin, making him reluctant to let go.
Moreover, it felt as if a fire was burning on my back, spreading from my back to my chest, making my entire upper body feel warm.
I pressed my palm against the fabric; it was soft and fluffy, like cotton, yet more delicate and airy.
This is a smooth, light, yet exceptionally warm garment!
Wearing it feels as light and easy as if you're not wearing anything at all.
Based on his years of experience selling fabrics and ready-made clothes, this vest is definitely something that can make him a fortune!
Clark couldn't help but look directly at Shen Qing, who was standing in front of him.
After considering for a few seconds, he pointed to a room at the far end of the banquet hall: "Mr. Shen, may I have a word with you in private?"
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